The whole tenor of his thoughts instantaneously changed; the battle seemed the memory of a remote event long past.

Prince Andrew stayed at Brunn with Bilibin, a Russian acquaintance of his in the diplomatic service.

"Ah, my dear prince! I could not have a more welcome visitor," said Bilibin as he came out to meet Prince Andrew.

" Franz, put the prince's things in my bedroom," said he to the servant who was ushering Bolkonski in.

" So you're a messenger of victory, eh? Splendid! And I am sitting here ill, as you see.